Thursday, June 17, 2021

The Dead Are Forever Writing Letters

The dead are forever writing letters,
their bodies mulching into leaves.

Maple parchment tells me a young bride
was killed by the undertaker's son.

Snow and dirt and time
archive the words we choose in death.

Free verse or rhyme,
we are all published in the end.

~William Hammett

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